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$xhtml = array(
	'<{title}>' => 'Surprise',
	'takedown' => '2017-11-01',
	'<{body}>' => <<<END
<img src="/img/CC_BY-SA_4.0/y.st./weblog/2018/10/07.jpg" alt="The house construction is just about complete." class="framed-centred-image" width="649" height="480"/>
<section id="dreams">
	<h2>Dream journal</h2>
	<p>
		I can&apos;t remember much of my dream last night, but the part I do remember was odd.
		I&apos;d tied a rainbow flag to my neck like some sort of cape, was referring to myself as super queer, and was somewhat flying around.
		I was having a bit of difficulty staying airborne for long, but I was gliding better than a person should be, and when I&apos;d hit the ground, I&apos;d leap back up pretty high and glide again.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="drudgery">
	<h2>Drudgery</h2>
	<p>
		My discussion post for the day:
	</p>
	<blockquote>
		<p>
			Great example!
			Creating a start-up company is risky.
			Many that try end up with their new company failing.
			If you manage to make your company take off though, there&apos;s quite a pay off.
		</p>
	</blockquote>
</section>
<section id="cargo">
	<h2>Cargo box</h2>
	<p>
		I noticed the pile of parts that&apos;d been removed from the cargo box again today, and realised why I wasn&apos;t able to get the box onto my bike.
		I wasn&apos;t accounting for those parts, and just trying to put the main part of the box on.
		Of course it wasn&apos;t going to fit correctly!
	</p>
	<p>
		When my mother came by and took the box off the other bike, I tried to be positive about it.
		The truth is, it made me feel odd even at the time that she&apos;d do that without even talking to me first, but at least the box would soon be usable, right?
		But I convinced myself it was a good thing.
		After an hour or two, I&apos;d managed to dispel the unease it had brought me.
		But no.
		The thing&apos;s got too many parts.
		To put the thing back together, I&apos;d need to have been the one to take it apart, or at the very least, have seen it taken apart.
		By just jumping in and doing it &quot;for me&quot; without talking to me first, she ensured I&apos;d have no way to actually put that thing on the usable bike.
	</p>
	<p>
		I told her I&apos;d figure out how to get the cargo box off when I had time.
		She was too impatient for that though.
		In addition to impatience, I think she also wanted to surprise me.
		I don&apos;t think she&apos;s come to realise that surprises, or at least surprises from her, are necessarily bad, regardless of their nature.
		Due to her toxicity and the way she&apos;s always treated our relationship, surprises from her have come to cause me feelings that range from mild unease to something I can only describe as a form of horror.
		At some point, I&apos;m going to need to bring that up to her.
		I hope I&apos;ll be gentile about it when I do, and convince her that I just don&apos;t like surprises in general.
		I don&apos;t need her to know it&apos;s specifically surprises from her that I can&apos;t stand.
	</p>
</section>
<section id="inconsiderate">
	<h2>Inconsiderate</h2>
	<p>
		I&apos;d been thinking about the cargo box situation for the first half of the work day today, but at about the midpoint, I&apos;d returned to my normal, happy self.
		But then I get home and go to use the restroom.
		And what do I find?
		A huge wad of hair on the side of my bathtub.
		I guess my mother came by to use my shower and left me a surprise.
		She probably thought the water was draining too slowly for her, and fished a clog out of the drain.
		It&apos;s not her job to unclog the drain by any means, but if she&apos;s going to do that, she should at least <strong>*throw away the clog*</strong> instead of leaving it as a mess for me to deal with on the side of the bathtub.
		I mean, seriously.
		What was even the point of that!?
		There&apos;s a trash can right there in the bathroom; it&apos;s not hard.
		If she can&apos;t be bothered to clean her mess, she shouldn&apos;t just leave the declogging to me.
	</p>
</section>
END
);
